Lock and secure

He frowned and pulled the man's collar tighter in displeasure, his movements rough, not caring whether the person on the bed would be woken up by him.

It’s done, pull the quilt over it.

Bei Zhenting looked at the person covered tightly on the bed and felt pleased.

The next day, Luo Yao slept until noon and felt very energetic.

After getting married, Luo Yao only had a little snack on the first day, and when he woke up he felt extremely hungry.

Luo Yao wanted to call for help, but there was no maid or servant in the room. There was only a basin of cold water and a clean towel in the room.

Luo Yao simply washed up and went out to find something to eat, but he had never been to the palace and didn't know the way there.

Luo Yao wandered around aimlessly, and everyone he met ignored him and looked at him with disgust.

Luo Yao felt that everyone seemed very nervous. He heard them discussing that someone was slacking off at work this morning and was beaten with twenty boards by the prince. After being beaten with ten boards, he fainted.

Luo Yao thought: Bei Zhenting is so cruel and inhumane.

The cruel and inhuman Bei Zhenting was sitting in the hall and saw Luo Yao sneaking into the yard like a thief.

Li Qingyun was still wondering why the prince had been so angry this morning. After much thought, he still didn't know why the prince was so angry. However, if the prince was angry, it must be because someone had offended him. That had to be it!

Li Qingyun sorted out his thoughts and looked up to see the princess acting suspiciously.

"Your Majesty?"

Bei Zhenting slammed the table, and Luo Yao was startled. He saw a tall and mighty man walking towards him with a sullen face. It was the current Prince of Yong'an, Bei Zhenting.

"What are you doing? Looking for somewhere to escape?"

Luo Yao wanted to say, "I'm looking for something to eat," and opened his mouth, but Bei Zhenting immediately interrupted him.

"Only the dead can leave this palace!"

Bei Zhenting's eyes were dark and unfathomable. Just one look seemed to be able to put someone to death, making people shudder. The volume of his voice was like thunder, shaking everyone with fear.

Luo Yao hadn't noticed anyone there at first, and his heart was in his throat. He wanted to explain, but then he remembered that he had killed Bei Zhenting's entire family and was being treated as an enemy. His life or death was just a matter of Bei Zhenting's words, so Luo Yao immediately shut up.

Bei Zhenting looked down at Luo Yao, who was still wearing the bright red wedding dress. The moment Bei Zhenting saw the bright red, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. The red dress seemed to remind him that he had married a man, and the son of his enemy!

Anger and hatred surged in Bei Zhenting's eyes, and he gestured towards Li Qingyun. Li Qingyun vanished in a flash, then reappeared in a flash.

In his arms was a piece of plain clothes. Bei Zhenting took it and threw it to Luo Yao, "Put it on and come and serve me dinner. Qingyun, watch him!"

Luo Yao was taken to the compartment behind the main hall. After changing his clothes, he came out. Li Qingyun was standing at the door, holding a sword and glaring at him. "Let's go, Princess!"

Luo Yao doesn't like the title of princess because he is a man, not a woman.

The servants brought in a set of tables and chairs and set them up.

Luo Yao stood aside.

Bei Zhenting just stared at him, his eyes were sharp and his presence was strong. As the son of the enemy who had killed his entire family, Luo Yao didn't dare to move at all.

Soon the servants brought the dishes over one after another.

The servant brought the same dish and asked him to serve it. He should have served the dish, but the servant didn't bring it to the table. Instead, he stood outside the hall and asked him to serve it.

There were more than a dozen dishes in large pots and bowls. Bei Zhenting shouldn't be able to eat so much by himself. It was obviously done on purpose by the kitchen.

Luo Yao carried seven or eight dishes, his arms were already sore, and there was a bowl of hot soup that was almost spilled.

Luo Yao hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take it.

Now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Although she knew that marrying into the Yong'an Palace would not bring good days, she did not expect it to happen so soon.

He originally thought that he would be neglected and thrown into a dilapidated courtyard to fend for himself, but he didn't expect that it would be the worst case. Bei Zhenting wanted to torture and humiliate him. Just now, he discovered one thing along the way, that is, everyone in the Yong'an Palace seemed to be hostile to him. This hostility was not superficial dislike, but a hostility like a blood feud.

Could it be that all the people in this palace are relatives of the victims from ten years ago? Luo Yao thought in horror. If that was really the case, then everyone in the palace would probably want him dead!

Oh my god, I've stirred up a hornet's nest! No! It's the enemy's nest!

He would be killed in some possible or impossible way without knowing it!

Luo Yao was already scared! Wasn't this really the beginning of hell?

Luo Yao came back to his senses and looked at the pot of hot soup. He glanced at the servant who brought the dish. The servant looked at him with a mocking expression, not taking him, the princess, seriously at all.

You want to burn me to death!

Luo Yao skillfully held both sides of the pot with his sleeves and picked up the soup.

The servant saw his actions and glared at him unhappily.

Ancient people had long sleeves, but the fabric was thin in summer. Luo Yao felt the 70-80 degree heat after holding it for a while. This person definitely wanted to burn him to death!

It’s so hot, so hot, my hand must be burned.

Putting the soup down, Luo Yao walked to stand next to Bei Zhenting and shook his sleeves.

Bei Zhenting had excellent eyesight, so he naturally noticed the way he swung his sleeves, but he didn't say anything.

"Come and serve me your meal."

Luo Yao didn't know how to serve others and was at a loss. He had never served anyone in modern times, and his original incarnation was a prince who had never done housework.

Bei Zhenting was in a good mood when he saw Luo Yao's helpless look.

"Can't you serve others? Princess, as a man, has never been to a brothel?"

Luo Yao recalled the memory of the original owner who had accidentally visited a brothel on business. The women there were alluring and charming, throwing themselves at him. Bei Zhenting wanted him to serve him like a woman... Some images flashed through Luo Yao's mind, and he suddenly felt nauseous.

Bei Zhenting knew from Luo Yao's reaction that Luo Yao had been to a brothel, and his eyes became dark. He could not believe that the prince of the Duke's Mansion would also visit a brothel!

He pulled Luo Yao closer with his big hands, letting him sit on his lap like a prostitute. He then turned Luo Yao's face so that he could look at him.

"Since you've seen how to serve a man, then serve me!"

Bei Zhenting's harsh and rough actions awakened the fear that had been dormant in Luo Yao's heart.

He has physiological stiffness of limbs.

Bei Zhenting was so angry that he didn't notice Luo Yao's changes and tried to pry Luo Yao's hands open.

Luo Yao clenched his fists tightly, trying hard to hold back his tears, and the fear in his heart soared.

Bei Zhenting tried hard several times, but couldn't understand where this white, slender hand, which was a size smaller than his, got so much strength.

His patience exhausted, Bei Zhenting impatiently pushed Luo Yao away and ignored him, causing Luo Yao to almost fall to the ground.

Bei Zhenting turned around in disgust, ate a few mouthfuls of rice, and left after finishing it.

Luo Xinchen got up even later than Luo Yao. There was no servant to help him dress, so Luo Xinchen just dressed himself casually.

He wiped the cold water on his little face, choked on the water, and coughed for a long time.

Luo Xingchen walked into the main hall, and Bei Zhenting had just walked out of the mansion.

"Brother!" Luo Xinchen was very excited. He hadn't seen his brother all day yesterday.

Luo Yao was sitting at the dining table with leftovers. When he heard Luo Xinchen's cry, he wiped his eyes violently.

"Chenchen! Come over and eat!"

Bei Zhenting paused when he heard the voice and said something to the guard beside him.

Luo Yao calmed down his emotions, not wanting his brother to notice anything unusual.

Brother...what happened to you? It seemed like you cried?

Luo Xinchen's cheerful steps stopped, and his waving little hands stopped in mid-air.

He sat down obediently and took the rice handed to him by his brother. The kitchen did not prepare spoons for children, so Luo Xinchen used chopsticks that were longer than his forearm to eat the rice.

Luo Yao watched his younger brother trying to eat in an unskilled manner and touched his head.

His younger brother eats slowly and Luo Yao has no appetite.

Before the two of them finished eating, two maids came up and started collecting the food.

Luo Yao looked at them and felt that these people were just taking advantage of the power of others.

He himself doesn't care, but he must protect his younger brother!

The maid looked at them indifferently, passed by them and reached out to take the dish in front of Luo Xinchen.

Luo Yao slapped the back of the maid's hand as she was collecting vegetables with his chopsticks.

"Ah!" the maid screamed.

"What is the princess doing?!"

Luo Yao didn't answer their questions, but stood up and kicked the maid. Luo Yao was a descendant of a general, so he didn't have a strong figure, but he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, so his strength was not to be underestimated. With one kick, the maid flew away.

This scene happened to be seen by the palace's housekeeper.

"The princess has such a bad temper that she actually treated my maid so harshly!"

The two maids found a backer and immediately hid beside the housekeeper.